Teenagers...kids...our kids...never cease to amaze me. Eighteen is such a precarious age. One minute you are an independent woman ready to conquer the world. The next minute you are slamming your door, because your parents are totally clueless and get on your last nerve. Blink, and you are way advanced beyond your years with a deep appreciation for your parents.
I love that I just saw on our senior daughter's FB page Jerilyn became a fan of I LOVE MY DAD FOR EVERYTHING HE HAS DONE.
It's the little things in life that bring me joy.
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